The group of teenagers find they share the same love of music. In an improvised jam session, they sing and play guitars, bang on the trunk and completely lose track of time until Jose tells them it’s time to go to bed.
They said goodnight again and went back to their room, talking quietly about their new friends. They were able to settle down between Polly and Caroline, grateful that the other girls hadn’t seen fit to put spiders or something in their sleeping bags. They shook them out well anyway, just to be sure. With a whispered goodnight, they fell asleep.
Something warm and wet trickled down the back of Maddie’s neck. Screeching, she sat up to find Claire standing over her with a cup in her hand, grinning evilly. Polly and Caroline sat up groggily.
“What’s going on in here?” Polly demanded.
“She’s pouring something on me,” Maddie said, taking a whiff. “Oh, my God! That’s pee! She fucking poured pee on me!”
“Language,” Caroline automatically corrected.
Maddie struggled to unzip her sleeping bag. “She poured piss all over me and you’re worried about my language? What’s wrong with you people? That’s sick! God knows what horrible diseases she has!”
Screaming, Maddie shoved at Claire, bumping the cup so that the remainder of the pee splashed all over the snooty blonde. Gasping, Claire lunged at Maddie, grabbing her hair. She tugged, hard, trying to snatch her hair out. Maddie hooked her foot behind Claire’s leg, knocking her down. Some of her hair came with it, but she had the satisfaction of knocking the rich bitch flat on her ass.
The lights blazed on. “What’s going on here?” Craig stood in the doorway in his pajama bottoms and no shirt.
The boys crowded behind him, in various stages of undress. Maddie noticed, in passing, that they were all better built than she’d given them credit for. She was only momentarily distracted. Polly was already yelling at Maddie, making it all her fault.
“She poured piss on me!” Maddie reiterated. “Aren’t you going to punish her for that? What’s wrong with you? You’ve let her bully me and Patti this whole time. She’s mean and evil and she’s warped your brain.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Polly protested. “She’s a sweet girl and only trying to be friends.”
“Friends?” Patti screeched, no longer able to contain herself. “It was friendly of her to put a box of condoms in Maddie’s bag? And I suppose her talking trash about her in the bathroom was friendly too? And all the times she said mean things to me at Job’s Daughters, that was her way of extending the hand of friendship. Funny, to me it looked like someone being a complete and total twat.” She tugged on Maggie’s arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
They gathered clean clothing, soap and shampoo and went to the shower downstairs.
“I want the shower first,” Claire whimpered from the floor. “I think she broke my back. I need a doctor.”
© 2015 Dellani Oakes